Note: This is just soft. Very soft. Emilia isn’t actually my detective, she’s actually her cousin, so this is her version of the ‘tu omnia’ scene with Adam. I just like to have fun with stories and build on them and such. I may post other things with my twc characters if people like this one!
The morning light drifts in through her bedroom window, revealing floating dust particles that dance above her. Emilia's eyes flutter open, and as they focus her breath becomes stuck in her throat. She had seen thousands of beautiful things in her life, but none of them compared to the sight of Adam sleeping on the pillow next to her, face as relaxed as she's ever seen it.
Her emerald eyes widen for only a moment, until a smile curls her lips, adoration blooming across her face. As she stares at him, taking in the curve of his jaw, the shape of his lips, her heart begins to flutter, and she suddenly feels so warm. She's filled with the desire to reach out and caress his face, but she doesn't want to wake him and ruin the moment. She knows he doesn't sleep often, so she wants him to be able to rest.
So, she simply watches him in the light of the rising sun, falling in love even more with every passing second. It isn't until she hears a familiar quiet grunting, and the shuffling of blankets by her bed does she finally move. Emilia twists slightly, looking over the side of her bed to see that Lunabelle had woken up. Emilia sighs a bit, knowing that now she would have to leave Adam to feed her darling little pig, but she smiles and turns back to Adam one last time. Her gaze softens, and silently she speaks the words she wants to say more than anything, her lips shaping the words through her smile.
Emilia is incredibly careful as she gets out of bed, and she greets Lunabelle with a soft hello. The little pig nuzzles into her leg, still too sleepy to be all that excited. As Emilia stands and stretches, she's suddenly very aware of her state of undress. Reds bloom on her cheeks, a heat warming her skin as she recounts memories of last night.
She rubs her hand against her cheek, a bashful smile tugging at her lips that she tries to bite back. He had been so gentle, so kind. His hands on her hips, holding firm, making her feel safe, like nothing would ever take her away from him. He kissed her neck, speaking words that she could hardly make out but she knew they spoke of nothing but love.
A quiet giggle escapes her lips, and she ignores the confused look Lunabelle is giving her as she gathers her clothes. She puts on a set of underwear and shorts, but as she goes to grab a shirt to wear, she pauses at the sight of Adam's shirt draped over the back of her chair. She is still for a moment, debating; it wasn't often that she could fit into other people's clothes, her curves and extra weight made it difficult. But Adam was rather large himself, albeit in entirely different ways.
After a beat she walks over to her chair, taking his shirt into her hands. It smells like him, and she can't help but to bring it close to her face, resting it against her cheek with a smile on her lips. Emilia lifts it above her head and tugs it on, finding that despite it being a little tight in some places, it fits her well, and it reaches almost to the end of her shorts.
She feels almost as safe as she had last night, and she cheerfully whispers to Lunabelle as she walks out of her bedroom and heads to the kitchen.
The sound of softly clinking pans is what wakes him up, and it takes him only a moment to realize where he is as the overwhelming feeling of her reaches his senses. It smells like her- feels like her- and a warmth he has finally come to terms with ignites in his chest, and though it is small a smile still laces his lips. He still isn't used to feeling this happy, this alive, but he thinks he could get used to it.
However, a spike of worry causes his heart to race for a moment when Adam sees that Emilia isn't in the room with him. His gaze darts around as he sits up, but then he hears a shuffling from the kitchen, and he can hear the soft sound of her heartbeat as he begins to relax. He makes his way out of the bed- her bed, he reminds himself with that familiar warmth again- and he walks over to the chair where he had left his clothes.
Confusion takes hold of him when he notices his shirt missing, and he looks around the room as he tugs the rest of his clothes on. He knows he didn't take it off outside the bedroom, and he remembers that he had put all of his clothes in the same spot. Adam only wastes a moment more before he hears the sound of Emilia talking quietly to what he assumes is her pig, and he decides that he can find his shirt later.
The woman beginning to hum to herself was much more important than a shirt.
He doesn't make a sound as he walks out of her room and down the short hall to her kitchen. She is standing over her stove, watching a small pot of water boil, her fingers gently running through the ends of her ombre colored hair. There is a window in front of her, filtering in the warm light of the sun, and it paints her skin in soft golden hues. The smile on her face is soft, and inherently kind as it always is.
And his shirt is gently clinging to her body, following the length of her curves and hugging her waist.
His breath catches, his heart stutters, and Adam wonders what he ever did to deserve her.
Emilia softly hums the tune she loves so much, the song her grandmother would always sing for her. Moonriver, wider than a mile, I’m crossing you in style some day. The lyrics play out in her mind as she watches the eggs she had set into the gently boiling water. Her hair is soft between her fingers, and she hears Lunabelle softly grunting as she eats from her bowl near the other side of the kitchen.
She grabs the serrated spoon on the counter next to the stove, and as she takes the eggs out of the pot and moves to place them on the toast beside her, she catches the sight of Adam in the doorway.
“Oh! Adam!” The realization that he is very shirtless causes a nervous giggle to fall from her lips as a blush burns her cheeks. Quickly she places the eggs down and turns off the burner of her stove, turning to him with a bashful smile. “Uh, sorry for taking your shirt,” she mumbles, rubbing her hand against her cheek and glancing away from him. “It just looked really comfy and warm so I… Sort of wanted to wear it.”
After a beat of silence passes, Emilia finally glances back over at Adam. It's then she notices the way he's looking at her, the way his eyes are slightly wide with awe and wonder, and her heart skips a beat. “Adam?” The sound of his name seems to make something in him click, and he slowly begins to walk towards her. With each step her heart picks up speed, and she holds her hands close to her chest as she looks into the icy green depths of his eyes.
When he's only a step away from her he stops, and he stares at her for a second more before he lifts his hand to her face. His fingers trace against the curve of her cheek, following the path of the sunlight. When he reaches her lips, he stops, looking at her with an intensity she should have been used to by now. His hand cups her face as he leans down, but instead of kissing her like she thought he would, he simply rests his forehead against hers.
They stare at each other for a moment, before Adam’s eyes flutter shut, a stuttering breath escaping from his lips. Emilia's eyes shut as well, and she enjoys the feeling of his presence in the early morning light.
Until the sound of Adam’s voice wakes her from her reverie, the words so soft she almost misses them- but she doesn't, and her heart nearly stutters and bursts as their meaning washes over her, “Tu omnia.”
Her breath catches, her eyes opening wide. Adam feels her shift, and he pulls back slightly to take in the surprise of her expression. They stare at each other, a second of silence as realization settles over them both. A smile begins to tug at her lips, and her hands go up to cover her mouth as she feels tears beginning to form in her eyes.
“Did you… did you understand me?” Adam’s voice is a soft whisper, his eyes a bit wide, his face showing the slightest bit of panic, and Emilia nods her head quickly, the smile getting bigger and bigger until the tears finally prick the corners of her eyes and spill over. Suddenly she jumps at him, closing the distance between them and wrapping her arms around his neck. She's laughing softly between quiet sobs, and she buries her face into his chest.
“I love you,” she whispers against his skin, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” She wants to say it for all the times she never did before, but she doesn't think she has enough breath so instead she just holds him tighter, holds him closer, and she feels warmth all around her as he begins to hold her close, placing his face into the crook of her neck.
